Poems


Poems are more than words. They are mysteries woven together in words.
Rumi has been a master poet. Here is one from him.

Rumi’s poem (translation by Jonathan Star)

He Also Made the Key

When I entered the city
you moved away.
When I left the city
you didn’t even look up to say good-bye.

I’ll accept your kindness,
I’ll accept your insult.
I’ll accept whatever you have to give.

Your radiance shines
in every atom of creation
yet our petty desires keep it hidden.

Like the beautiful wife of a prince
You dwell in a lonely place.
If you came out of hiding
the veil on every face would fall.

You confound the doubting heart,
You intoxicate the faithful head.
You have robbed every soul of its senses
You have brought every heart to your breast

All roses fall prey to December
All intellect falls prey to love’s glory.

Since the rose is not eternal
why be captured by its scent ?
Let me know your secrets-
Only the ones that last forever.

How many men have found tragic ends
running after beauty ?
Why don’t they look for you ?-
the heart and spirit of all beauty.

You formed man from a handful of dust.
You gave him the power to know the highest truth.
You freed him from the snares of this world
with one breath of your spirit.

O love,
O heart,
Find the way to heaven
Find the way to God’s pasture.
You have spent enough time
in this pasture made for cattle.

Set your sights on a place
Higher than your eyes can see.
For it was a higher aim
that brought you here
in the first place.

Now be silent.
Let the One who creates the words speak.
He made the door,
He made the lock,
He also made the key.


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